What a delivery. Following what I heard was the "worst day of the season," Mother Nature delivers a 8-10" powderday under bluebird skies. What a way to end the season, totaling 338". Not bad.
It started snowing mid morning on Thursday, so we went up for afternoon turns. It snowed off and on through Friday morning (that day's highlights here), and then warmed up, brightened up, and clouded up again - in usual spring fashion. Saturday's continual cloud coverage eliminated the chance for soft spring snow, and high winds scraped whatever snow was left completely off. So sure enough, although we didn't venture up there yesterday, we heard from the majority that the conditions were abysmal. Glad we skipped. Instead we enjoyed the festivities - which are unparalleled in my opinion, although not that I've tested the rest (why leave?).
Steamboat throws a mean party. 11am Cardboard Classic. 2pm birthday party for Billy Kidd (70!). 3pm 3-7time Grammy Nominated (depending on who you ask around here) local favorite Missed the Boat bluegrass. And we ended it with dinner at Slopeside. Yum.
Then around 7:30 last night it came roaring back in with a vengeance - high winds blazing ahead of a dark, thick cloud front. (God, I love weather.) It began drizzling on our walk to the car, and by the time we got home it was a full blown rain/hail/slush storm, smacking the back door's glass with a wall of water first, then caking the door, deck, and dish (required scraping) with a heavy layer of slush. The forecast called for a foot... we went to bed anxious.
We woke up with a spring in our step, called the report, and jumped out of bed. 9 new inches and 8 degrees at the summit. Then we looked outside. Oh yeah! BLUE! As far as the eye could see. Frankly I can't remember a closing day like it. And the locals came out in force.
The Gondy line? Full. The SSRC VIPs reopened First Tracks to appease the masses, and there was happiness all around.
We started out with five, our favorite monoskier and a fourpack of snowboarders, much to his chagrin. We loaded at 8:20 and enjoyed fast, silky turns down Rudy's, as the sun crested over the summit.
We snagged 2nd and 3rd chair at Four Points, only behind Straight Talk Reporter David Wittlinger and his subject Pickle. From halfway up the lift we noticed Storm Peak wasn't running due to high winds up top... although Tornado Lane/Nelsons looked oh so untouched and smooth, the wind was whipping upward, creepily running like ghost waves over uneven surface.
So we headed over to Sunnyside right away - via Rainbow and Moonlight. From the top of Sundown we could see what the fuss was about. Howling with a knock-you-over kind of force. We beelined it down 3 to 1230 and ducked into the trees wherever we could.
Next we hit Sundial to Ramrod - best run of the day I think; although grabby it spots, the snow was heavy on the bottom but light on top, like Billy's 70th cake. Then to Westside/Wristband, yes, the trees were powder-icious.
3rd run up Sundown the boys decide - against my better judgment I'll add - that they should at least do ONE run over on the other side. So we traverse across the Land of Hoth Storm Face and meadow, and down to test out Hurricane. GONG. Back to Four Points (yes, Storm STILL closed), Sunset, Moonlight Trees. Ahhh, much better. Again, glorious in the trees.
We did Sundial again, and then to Rolex/Land of the Little People. Uh huh. Then Morningside opened and Craig ached to do Kodak one more time, one last powder run to remember her by.
On the way down we scored last goods in the trees off Vagabond left (surely they have a name), and the trees under Thunderhead lift. By then it was time to party again, and down at the base the weather was downright springtime, with a nip in the air.
Yes, another day of ridiculousness - 1pm Pondskim, 2:30 Head forthe Hills (bluegrass) and 4:00 Leftover Salmon! Lots of costumes, tutus, fagbags, wigs, and locals with kids, dogs, and beers in hand. Good times.
See you next year snow-covered heaven, until then, we'll put up the boots and boards and explore your lush hills on foot or on wheels. Gotta love it -
It started snowing mid morning on Thursday, so we went up for afternoon turns. It snowed off and on through Friday morning (that day's highlights here), and then warmed up, brightened up, and clouded up again - in usual spring fashion. Saturday's continual cloud coverage eliminated the chance for soft spring snow, and high winds scraped whatever snow was left completely off. So sure enough, although we didn't venture up there yesterday, we heard from the majority that the conditions were abysmal. Glad we skipped. Instead we enjoyed the festivities - which are unparalleled in my opinion, although not that I've tested the rest (why leave?).
Steamboat throws a mean party. 11am Cardboard Classic. 2pm birthday party for Billy Kidd (70!). 3pm 3-7time Grammy Nominated (depending on who you ask around here) local favorite Missed the Boat bluegrass. And we ended it with dinner at Slopeside. Yum.
Then around 7:30 last night it came roaring back in with a vengeance - high winds blazing ahead of a dark, thick cloud front. (God, I love weather.) It began drizzling on our walk to the car, and by the time we got home it was a full blown rain/hail/slush storm, smacking the back door's glass with a wall of water first, then caking the door, deck, and dish (required scraping) with a heavy layer of slush. The forecast called for a foot... we went to bed anxious.
We woke up with a spring in our step, called the report, and jumped out of bed. 9 new inches and 8 degrees at the summit. Then we looked outside. Oh yeah! BLUE! As far as the eye could see. Frankly I can't remember a closing day like it. And the locals came out in force.
The Gondy line? Full. The SSRC VIPs reopened First Tracks to appease the masses, and there was happiness all around.
We started out with five, our favorite monoskier and a fourpack of snowboarders, much to his chagrin. We loaded at 8:20 and enjoyed fast, silky turns down Rudy's, as the sun crested over the summit.
We snagged 2nd and 3rd chair at Four Points, only behind Straight Talk Reporter David Wittlinger and his subject Pickle. From halfway up the lift we noticed Storm Peak wasn't running due to high winds up top... although Tornado Lane/Nelsons looked oh so untouched and smooth, the wind was whipping upward, creepily running like ghost waves over uneven surface.
So we headed over to Sunnyside right away - via Rainbow and Moonlight. From the top of Sundown we could see what the fuss was about. Howling with a knock-you-over kind of force. We beelined it down 3 to 1230 and ducked into the trees wherever we could.
Next we hit Sundial to Ramrod - best run of the day I think; although grabby it spots, the snow was heavy on the bottom but light on top, like Billy's 70th cake. Then to Westside/Wristband, yes, the trees were powder-icious.
3rd run up Sundown the boys decide - against my better judgment I'll add - that they should at least do ONE run over on the other side. So we traverse across the Land of Hoth Storm Face and meadow, and down to test out Hurricane. GONG. Back to Four Points (yes, Storm STILL closed), Sunset, Moonlight Trees. Ahhh, much better. Again, glorious in the trees.
We did Sundial again, and then to Rolex/Land of the Little People. Uh huh. Then Morningside opened and Craig ached to do Kodak one more time, one last powder run to remember her by.
On the way down we scored last goods in the trees off Vagabond left (surely they have a name), and the trees under Thunderhead lift. By then it was time to party again, and down at the base the weather was downright springtime, with a nip in the air.
Yes, another day of ridiculousness - 1pm Pondskim, 2:30 Head forthe Hills (bluegrass) and 4:00 Leftover Salmon! Lots of costumes, tutus, fagbags, wigs, and locals with kids, dogs, and beers in hand. Good times.
See you next year snow-covered heaven, until then, we'll put up the boots and boards and explore your lush hills on foot or on wheels. Gotta love it -